The Big Galactic Swindle
The underground city of New Eden was a masterpiece of noir. It was a place of permanent rain—not real rain, but the leaking condensation from the massive cooling pipes that ran overhead like rusted veins. The air was a thick soup of ozone and cheap tobacco. Detective Miller sat in his office, a cramped box of a room that smelled of old paper and failure. He was a man who had seen too many...
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